“Who are *you*?”
“The Boss,” the other figure whispered while motioning for Little Oakley Annie to pipe down. “Who’d you think?” She indicated her torso. “Hence the color.”
“Okay. I think I get it. But what’s with the TV head?”
“Oh. Sorry. Leftover from the last scene.” Grey Scale Kimball removed the prop, then continued. “I’m obviously here to break you out of this place. This *Northern* Jael.”
“Hal-le-lujah. Let’s hit the roads.” The door opened; Grey Scale was in on the code.
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“The South’s gonna *rise* again,” LOA expressed as they left the House of Truth together, gathering up one of the chickens outside for a victory supper later on.
Sunklands 